Ciel's end of the story.
"How could you be so dull, Elizabeth?" Ciel huffed viciously, as he surveyed the damp shards of the broken vase, the soaking carpet. "You can be so impulsive, twirling this way and that! You need to watch what you do more!"
Sebastian became unimpressed at his master's choice of words. "Master...accidents happen." he soothed.
Elizabeth waited there, staring at Ciel.
And of course, the Earl's hot temper was watered down by guilt at the sight of her. "Sebastian, leave, and have tea ready in an hour."
Bowing, the butler obeyed and departed from their presence.
Offering her his hand, Ciel attempted to compromise for it. "Lizzie, would you enjoy to play a round in chess? I'd be pleased to teach you again."
Ciel had been angry with her before, sure. Ever since he returned years ago, he had become cold and impatient with her spirited energy ulike how he acted towards her as a child.
But this event, indeed, happened to be different.
